The Fall of Superman

I'm sitting here,

     completely dumbfounded,

trying to figure out

     when,

          how

and where exactly you

     fell from the Superman

universe I placed you in.

I’m so disappointed.

     It’s disheartening having

your illusions of perfection

     destroyed.

When all the smoke clears

     and the fog of love

has worn off, you’re left

     there nursing

a Heather Headley song;

     I wished I wasn't in love

with you so you couldn’t

     hurt me. It just ain’t fair

the way you treat me…

     Standing here angry at myself

for ever having believed that

     Superman really existed at all.

                                 cjj ©

          Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson

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